Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at Liam’s cheeks as he stood on the pitcher's mound. The roar of the crowd was a dull hum in the background. He’d worked tirelessly, honing his fastball, his curveball, his slider – perfecting the art of getting batters out. Now the coach was yelling at him from the dugout, "Liam, we need you in right field!" Confusion flickered in his eyes, but quickly transformed into resolve. He strode towards right field, his glove slapping against his thigh. He felt a thrill of anticipation. The open space, the chance to chase down fly balls, the responsibility of covering the outfield – a different kind of thrill than what he was used to.